Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Whovianimeniac Apr 2019
I fell eternally
When I saw you,
I heard you.

I didn’t know what to think
When I reached out,
And touched you.

I know you’re real.
You’re non-fiction.

I knew you long ago,
But I lost faith
I lost hope.

Forgot all our times
But you stayed here,
Beside me.

Now, although I’m grown,
I’ll never forget again.

I believe in you,
I believe in Fairy Tales,
And love.

I believe-
What took me so long
To see you.
Nimisha Yadav Mar 2019
Do you feel it?
The rising sun,
The blooming lilies,
The chirping birds,
The cooling breeze.
Do you feel it?
Caress by a mother,
Soft hug by a brother,
A kiss by the lover,
Sweet time with a friend forever.
Do you feel it?
The favorite read,
The favorite tune,
My favorite play,
And, oh the full moon.
Now, do you feel it?
No, I don't.
I can't find the source.
Again, I asked myself,
What is it that you seek?
A meagre amount of pure
Happiness.
Lillian May Feb 2019
when we're so close that our lungs share air
our lips touch and we sink
down into a rhythm
perfectly in time that pentameters weep
Kivanc Feb 2019
Sky
I will dive into desolation before sundown,
If the weather gets darker, I will be lost before tasting
One who likes daylight in sweet sound of tune.

We have to look up to sky to see what's inside of it,
Temple of breath is shaken cause of the sadness,
And excuses disappear in sound of love.

I didn't realise when moment explained fact of separation,
Necessaries of love is appeared slowly with effects of sadness,
I have to lose you and me in sounds of instruments.
PoserPersona Feb 2019
Like a cherry branch in the wind, you
dancing to the iridescent tune
of whichever direction it moves
annh Jan 2019
Shhh...

Do you hear that sound?
The strains of distant music
Do you recognise the tune?
The way you used to sway to its rhythm
Do you know the words?
It’s an old favourite

Listen
And remember
‘So Hum’ - a yogic mantra which translates from the Sanskrit as ‘I am that’ and is used in contemplation meditation.
Daniel Long Dec 2018
The voice,
that dances amongst
the beating chambers
of your heart strings,

the harp’s tune;
now tickled,
notes reach
their staff to

descend
upon
their
bass.
Poem about a girl I dated who could sing.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
juliet Nov 2018
the angel laughs
at my broken mask
i hide behind a boulder
so i can’t see the light of day
and if i can’t see you
you can’t see me
who is this girl i see
staring back, listening to
the tune of the song i sing
about losing everything
i can’t hold onto myself
when you trace my lips
and marinate them with the taste of strawberries
but tell me,
who can live without hope?
Next page